"A compliment, I'll take it as." There's a faint smirk on his lips as he finished the coffee and let it slide back down to the table. A chance to show off? Certainly.
"Pepper Potts," he hums and lets his fingers slide onto the table and tap a moment. "She's very analytical, organized, neat, punctual, strait to the point, practical and professional. Everything you'd want in a personal accountant. I'd dare to even say that she was an accountant before landing her job by your side. Yet while her professional life has made her a star she endures a bit of struggle in social affairs. I'd even say that the common social gathering would be a business related one. Outside of work, it's lonely. Her dedication and brilliance is what brought her to you and her inability to meld with the dullards of typical social welfare is what made her loyal to you," a point, "being the sharp eye, she too noticed your mask you wrap up in alcohol and womanizing but her incredible amounts of patience lasted it out. She doesn't do what she does for money, she does what she does because she cares about it and she's good at it."
Sherlock takes a moment. His head tips upwards in thought. "I'd say that she grew up in a middle-class and average family."
It's far easier to hear those sorts of intimate details about another person, and Tony nods along with the assessment, a snort of laughter as Sherlock mentions the 'dullards of typical social welfare.' He pauses as Sherlock talks about her patience, chuckling under his breath as he taps at the StarkTab on the table, "That reminds me. I guess I should try to remember to get her a birthday present this year. Considering she's my boss and my girlfriend now."
He cocks his head at Sherlocks confession of her social awkwardness, arguing, "So, you think she doesn't like parties? Why organize so many of them then? And she's always the one dragging me along to charity balls and all of that high-society bullshit."
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"Pepper Potts," he hums and lets his fingers slide onto the table and tap a moment. "She's very analytical, organized, neat, punctual, strait to the point, practical and professional. Everything you'd want in a personal accountant. I'd dare to even say that she was an accountant before landing her job by your side. Yet while her professional life has made her a star she endures a bit of struggle in social affairs. I'd even say that the common social gathering would be a business related one. Outside of work, it's lonely. Her dedication and brilliance is what brought her to you and her inability to meld with the dullards of typical social welfare is what made her loyal to you," a point, "being the sharp eye, she too noticed your mask you wrap up in alcohol and womanizing but her incredible amounts of patience lasted it out. She doesn't do what she does for money, she does what she does because she cares about it and she's good at it."
Sherlock takes a moment. His head tips upwards in thought. "I'd say that she grew up in a middle-class and average family."
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He cocks his head at Sherlocks confession of her social awkwardness, arguing, "So, you think she doesn't like parties? Why organize so many of them then? And she's always the one dragging me along to charity balls and all of that high-society bullshit."